I have been seen. I have been chosen. I have been pursued. I have been wooed. I have been courted. I have been claimed. I have been won.
It’s basically impossible not to come to Africa and not fall in love.
In love with the people.
In love with the animals.
In love with the land.
In love with the way of life.
In love with the weather.
In love with everything.
Africa is majestic.
Simple.
Profound.
Astounding.
Mighty.
Beautiful.
Loved.
Enchanting.
Chanllenging.
ALIVE.
I can’t even explain it. It just gets under you’re skin (quite literally too :). Not everyone is born with the Africa bus. Some are. I am one of those people and fortunately, or unfortunately dpending on how you look at it, my AFrica bg is being fed minute by minute..
And is extremely fat.
I know. Gross. And weird, but there’s no other way to explain it. Africa is so unbelievably awesome and diverse. You could be on the top of a mountain and be surrounded by prairie grasses and you wouldnt be able to tell you’re even on a mountain! You can be in a city and still be able to see the majestic mountains teeming with life and beauty and color. I’m just always being astounded by this continent every time I turn around.’
So maybe you don’t understand my love for this place. Maybe you are disgusted now because I used a bug for a metaphor of my love.
That’s okay.
I’m just gonna stay here feeding my bug until you decide. 🙂
